And the morning sun kisses High Street
right on top of a yawn.
Yes, yes, as she rolls them Mountain eyes
and he sighs and says,
O to have been born in the future
in the providence of West Virginia
and I could have obtained such a beauty.
And there he dies at midnight
on the cold cold courthouse steps
cheated out of his life
by the war that took his mind.
Hats off! Hats off I say!
to the One True Hillbilly Hero